The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 777: What is this operation! (Fourth update)

Chapter 777: Chapter 777: What is this operation! (Fourth update)

"Xie Chen’s tenth round! Zhang Fan’s nineteenth round!"

Sudden exclamations arose.

Those knowing Xie Chen were instantly dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"What, Xie Chen only at ten rounds? That can’t be right."

"Yeah, he is the so-called ’Little Liquor King,’ a booze barrel!" another person added.

"Oh man, I was just watching them smash cups for a moment, how did it get to nineteen rounds already, and this is 55-degree brandy we’re talking about. Moreover, they’re large cups. Even if it were beer, it shouldn’t be this fast!"

Hearing this, the crowd around finally snapped out of their daze.

Indeed, how much time has passed?

With the amount of liquor almost equal to half a bottle of beer, are they chugging water or what?

Xie Chen almost sprayed out a mouthful of his drink upon hearing these comments.

Nineteen rounds?

How is that possible!

How could that guy possibly drink that fast?

We’re talking about 55-degree brandy here!

He was already drinking fast, but Zhang Fan’s pace was nearly double his.

How could he stand this! He was, after all, recognized as the ’Little Liquor King’ in Guzai Bar!

After ten rounds, he could almost feel his throat about to breathe fire!

Immediately, Xie Chen stopped and looked over at Zhang Fan.

At that moment, Zhang Fan was already picking up his twentieth round!

"Gulp gulp!"

He downed it in one go!

And at that time, Zhang Fan was not having an easy time either!

Straight liquor’s characteristic is that it burns the throat!

Especially when drinking round after round!

Additionally, the brandy entering the stomach felt like boiling water swirling inside!

But luckily!

"Smack!"

He tossed down the cup and grabbed the twenty-first round, throwing his head back to chug!

Watching the droplets of liquor splash from Zhang Fan’s mouth, Wang Xiaoqin’s gaze froze.

How could this guy look so cool?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could this jerk be like this!

It’s fake, what I’m seeing must be fake!

Wang Xiaoqin couldn’t believe what was happening before her eyes!

Yet, it was so real!

Whether it was the scent of the hard liquor or the sound of the glass shattering on the ground!

Everything was so real!

"Impossible, impossible!" Xie Chen’s face showed disbelief.

However, in an instant, Zhang Fan finished his twenty-second round.

"Hmph, this is just the beginning. Wait until you get to the vodka, and let’s see if you can keep up the pace!" Xie Chen said bitterly, then he picked up his eleventh round of brandy!

"Gulp! Gulp!"

The crowd quieted down, their eyes all fixed on Zhang Fan!

This rate of drinking was something they had never seen before.

If it weren’t for the fact that Chen Nan was hosting the event at Drunken Dreams, coupled with the strong aroma of alcohol, they would have sworn Zhang Fan was drinking plain water!

"The twenty-sixth round!"

Everyone’s pupils constricted.

The twenty-sixth round was vodka, signifying that the mixing of liquors had begun!

Those who frequent bars naturally understand how terrifying the mix of two strong spirits can be.

"Smack!"

Zhang Fan downed it in one go and swiftly tossed the cup away.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s pupils popped out once again!

"Damn, is he drinking vodka as wildly too?"

"Damn, Brother Fan is defying the heavens!"

"Damn, damn, damn, thirty seconds, twenty-six shots downed! This... is unbelievable!"

In the livestream room, people were already going crazy!

"How many shots has Xie Chen had?" one person asked his companion.

"Don’t know, who the hell is still watching him, count the shots yourself! Don’t fuckin’ disturb me!"

"Damn, Xie Chen has only finished his thirteenth shot? Damn, that’s so slow, what the fuck, isn’t he the little drinking king, with that skill?"

"The gap is too big, man, Zhang Fan is already on his twenty-ninth shot! He’s still drinking so fast!"

"Exactly, compared to him, Xie Chen is just trash! There’s always a higher mountain, a sky beyond our sky!"

Listening to these voices, Xie Chen’s face turned beet red.

Half because he was pissed off by these comments, and half because of the alcohol that was about to make him choke.

Thirty seconds to chug thirteen shots, damn it, that was already a very fast pace, okay?

Even if it were water, you’d have to swallow, wouldn’t you? What, do you think your mouth is a funnel and just pour everything straight into your stomach?

Idiots!

Fuck you, if you think you can, then you try!

With great effort, Xie Chen managed to hold back the mouthful of alcohol that was stuck in his throat!

Suddenly, he felt as if something had ignited in his chest.

Rage, jealousy, and under the stimulation of alcohol, they burned fiercely.

And Chen Nan, watching this scene, also had a gleam of light flash in his eyes.

He had never seen such a fast drinking speed before!

"The thirtieth shot!"

"Thirty-five shots!"

"Forty-five shots!"

"My God, this guy broke Xie Chen’s record! Forty-five shots, goddamn, and he’s still not even phased, if anyone can handle it, it’s you!"

Exclamations erupted all at once!

And Xie Chen finally spat out a mouthful of alcohol!

Sprays of liquor with a hint of Blood Bead scattered across the sky!

"Forty-five shots? How is that possible? How could it be possible!"

Listening to Xie Chen’s murmuring voice, the face-slapping gang started jeering.

"Heh, you’re trash and you dare to call yourself the little drinking king? I’m not targeting you, but our Brother Fan had already had over a hundred and forty bottles of beer before even coming to the bar, what’s this to him, a joke!"

Hearing this, the people around widened their eyes again.

Damn, he already drank a hundred and forty bottles of beer before this?

You’re not shitting us, are you?

In addition to these brandies and vodka, how is it possible!

"Heh, believe it or not," the face-slappers laughed contemptuously, and then, everyone’s eyes returned to Zhang Fan.

"The fiftieth shot! Damn, the fifty-first is whiskey! How can this guy still be so fast?"

Shocked voices made Xie Chen’s legs go weak, and he slumped to the ground.

He had only reached sixteen shots!

The further along, the harder it was to drink!

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"Whiskey, whiskey, he’s started on the whiskey!" When Zhang Fan picked up the fifty-first shot, everyone screamed.

"Three kinds of liquor mixed! Can he keep going?"

But the next moment, the empty shot glass shattered on the ground!

"Damn, he’s still chugging them down so fast, fuck this, I don’t believe it, I just can’t believe it!" someone screamed, his eyes bulging.

"I fucking don’t believe it either, but I’ve bitten my tongue so hard it’s bleeding, this ain’t a dream!" another roared.

"Heavens, that guy had another shot? How is it possible!"

And just then, the fifty-second glass shattered with a bang!

This time, it wasn’t Zhang Fan smashing it, but crushing it with his own hand!

Watching this, the face-slapping gang felt their blood boiling.

"Holy shit, badass, so damn cool, crushing a glass!"

"Damn, how can he do that? What kind of move is that?" a group yelled in amazement!

The action of crushing a glass was a hundred times more badass than smashing it!